Mid-Autumn Festival Complex

Festival is approaching, such as dust, like the feeling of loneliness, no one will pay attention, homesickness is a beautiful self-moving.
Mid-Autumn Festival every year, but each full moon. The moon, since ancient times been given the sacred, beautiful, yearning, tenderness, reunion, and many other connotations. Is a guest in his home, a man alone at the window, lift head and looked at the quiet sky That round of the bright moon, like a heart yearning to overwhelming hit.'ve learned, so many years, he is still a child without parents, did not grow up a moment.
Thousands of years, China's literati do not know how many stay see tears month, Mochizuki hygiene conditions of the poem: Old hard the whole matter. Nung, Trinidad new moon. the holidays have been great changes in the way, but people of good feelings for the Mid-Autumn Festival, on the distant relatives of the thoughts of love will never change. No matter how many hardships, the world how In each person's soul.
Now, another Mid-Autumn Festival approaching, thinking about the same piece of sky, the parents also sat lonely window, watching the deserted moon, live without the reunion of Reunion; think quietly passing years whether the frosting Paste the father Shuangbin? whether to leave it in the mother's forehead mottled footprints? remember the full moon when the ancient poem, and finally understand the can not help but called the home phone. When the mother down low, gently called me a pet name of the voice in the ears, a sour feeling has spread to the nose from the heart, eyes, nose and tempting, eye and tease with a liquid in his eyes, I shoved the nose of a smoke, trying to suck into the feeling heart, do not give it a chance of release. patiently listening to their parents repeatedly told the racing year-old kid knows all things even when the only thing I can do is laugh and he kept choking in the saying my mind flowing!
Miao Liao home, owned by thinking memorable. Nostalgic reunion this coming holiday accommodation flooded with hh I stood on the balcony, crying out again and again, my family, my friends could hear my heart hh the blessing of sound?
But, I now feel that I really miss home.